"This girl is really good at playing around, but it's a pity that our President Pei is so devoted to her that he is willing to support her despite the pressure. I don't know if she is just two-timing or if President Pei is just trying to get her to the top." The young man became more and more sarcastic, as if he would feel particularly happy if he could step on Pei Dongshi a few more times.

However, when he looked at Pei Dongshi with an eye for watching a good show, he saw that Pei Dongshi was also looking at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a smile in his eyes.

It was a condescending sneer that looked down upon trash.

The young man's face suddenly turned numb.

Pei Dongshi rolled his eyes, bent down, put one hand on the back of the chair behind Nan Jiaojiao, and stared down at the little girl who was happily browsing her phone to read his gossip.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "You little heartless thing, you saw me being besieged and you really didn't help at all."

"help!"

Nan Jiaojiao finally raised her head and suddenly put her phone in front of him, with the screen right under his eyelids. "Brother, do you think I look really pretty in this photo? My legs are about 1.8 meters long."

Pei Dongshi: “…”

"I'm curious where they got these photos from. They're pretty good. Can you help me contact them privately so I can learn some photo editing techniques."

He was so angry that he laughed.

Where did it come from?

The photos taken at the entrance of his EY show Bo Yanqing picking up Nan Jiaojiao. Many of the photos show the two of them in the same frame, and she is photographed clearly, but the man has blurred his image. Not to mention the front view, even the side view is not clear, and at most the back of his head is shown.

In this world, no matter what industry you are in, there is misogyny. Even if it is just to create some dirty scandals, men will be subconsciously excluded. This kind of malice makes people feel sick.

Only this girl is so heartless that she is foolish enough to learn photo editing techniques.

"Mr. Pei."

Qin Qing couldn't help but speak out. She couldn't even hide her expression. There was some jealousy in her tone. "Everyone is watching. It's really inappropriate for you to do this." Pei Dongshi stood up and said, "Yes."

"Let me take Nan Jiaojiao away and calm down public opinion first. As long as she's not here, everything will be much easier."

Pei Dongshi raised his hand to block, not giving Qin Qing a chance to get close, "Don't touch her."

Qin Qing was stunned for a moment, and then a fire suddenly rose in her heart.

"There's already such a commotion on the internet, and you're still protecting her?"

"Why did it become like that? Don't you know best?"

Pei Dongshi's meaningful look frightened Qin Qing, "I, I don't understand what you are saying."

"It's best not to know."

"Qiao Shan," he instructed the assistant beside him, "Deal with the online matter, don't put it on hold, and ask Bo Yanqing what he thinks."

"Yes."

Qiao Shan took the person but did not leave. Instead, she sat down in a nearby seat, took out her cell phone and started making calls.

Qin Qing is capable enough to do these things, and has always been trusted by Pei Dongshi. She is still here, but he directly bypasses her and lets Qiao Shan do it. What does that mean?
At this time, Rose on the stage could not wait any longer and asked repeatedly: "I would like to ask, isn't my evidence enough? Mr. Pei, what do you mean by EY? Are you really not going to admit it?"

"Who said I didn't recognize it?"

The one who spoke was Nan Jiaojiao.

She was still sitting, and for a moment everyone was looking at her, but she only had half of her head exposed from the seat, her body leaning sideways, her elbows resting on the back of the chair, her slender fingertips lightly curled to support her chin, and she was comfortable and relaxed as if she was in her own living room. (End of this chapter)

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